The two forces were clashing with each other, and the sound of explosions was mixed with gusts of cold wind. The two forces were constantly fighting with each other.
The Undead Spirit held a sharp sword in his hand, and the sword intent was constantly sweeping out. The longsword in his hand was constantly slashing down. There was not the slightest bit of agility, but it was extremely domineering. This treasured sword was almost like a broadsword, opening and closing wide, and its power was unparalleled.
Every time the sword intent surged, it would leave a ravine on the ground, which looked even more shocking.
Right now, the Undead Spirit seemed to have completely gone crazy. Every time the treasured sword in his hand was waved, it could be said to be like the wind and water, bringing with it an incomparably strong power as it came crashing down.
Those streaks of sword intent had now turned into an intense killing intent. It was as if it was unparalleled, constantly sweeping out, and was extremely difficult to deal with.
For a time, the sound of metal clashing could be heard. Occasionally, some sparks could be seen, and the aftermath of the impact of waves of power continued to surge out. For a time, the originally barren land was now filled with flying sand and rocks, covering the sky and the sun.
The long spear in the white-clothed man's hand was constantly waving. Sometimes, it swept across, and sometimes, it could be said to be as he pleased.
Every time a bolt of lightning flashed, it would cause the gray fog to surge and throb. However, the Undead Spirit's aura seemed to have become even more violent because of the threat. Not only was it not weakened, it became even more powerful.
The Undead Spirit was also complaining incessantly in his heart. No matter what, he would never have thought that after comprehending the sword intent, the first opponent he encountered would have the power of lightning that countered him.
Their strengths seemed to be about the same, but under the comprehensive consideration of various factors, they were indeed about the same. Each of them had their own advantages, but they were unable to fully display them. Therefore, it seemed that the trouble was not small.
The battle between the two could be said to be based on who could grasp their own advantage, continuously expand it, and then obtain the final victory. However, no matter from which point, it was extremely difficult.
After all, it was definitely not an easy task to obtain an absolute advantage.
However, the more Xiao Yang fought, the braver he became. The power in his body was constantly stimulated, allowing the sword intent condensed from the Death Qi and Yin Qi to erode his body. However, the power of the long spear in his hand became more and more tyrannical, as if he was about to enter a state of selflessness!
Each thunderbolt was stronger than the previous one, becoming thicker and thicker. Compared to the small skirmishes from before, there was a huge change in its might. It even gave people a feeling of invincibility.
Even the gloomy gray clouds in the sky began to surge, as if they had sensed the changes below and were about to become thunderclouds. Streaks of lightning flickered incessantly. In such a world, it was extremely dazzling.
Although the Undead Spirit's aura was strong, and the dense death qi here could provide him with an endless supply of energy and repair his body and the strength he had lost, as the power of thunder and lightning grew stronger, it gradually became difficult for him to resist.
The long spear waved faster and faster. Even though the Undead Spirit had the advantage of location, it was still difficult for him to withstand the power he was afraid of.
"Kill!"
The undead spirit suddenly let out a low roar and quickly pulled away. The treasured sword in his hand seemed to have sensed the state of mind of the swordsman and immediately began to tremble violently.
At this moment, the undead spirit had also poured all the sword intent he had comprehended into the treasured sword.
In the next moment, the undead slashed out with his sword. Immediately, countless sword intents surged out once again, even more tyrannical than before!
Immediately, countless sword intents roared like demons and ghosts, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they charged towards the speck of white light in the gloomy world.
Following the slash of this sword, this place immediately became no different from purgatory. The sword intents were incomparably cold and vicious.
At that moment, Xiao Yang's brows furrowed slightly. He could also feel the terrifying power contained within it.
In fact, Xiao Yang felt rather helpless in his heart. If he were to fight with a cultivator, he would have the advantage of having a strong physical body. However, facing this undead spirit, this advantage was completely gone, as if it was just a decoration. This was because not only could the power of this undead spirit corrode the body, it could also corrode the soul and consciousness!
When the sword intents rushed over, he secretly felt that they were not inferior to Luo Ku's Thousand Miles of Mysterious Ice. In fact, it was even better than that!
"Break for me!"
Xiao Yang was definitely not a timid person. On the contrary, this kind of situation caused the blood in his heart to boil. It was just a battle of life and death. Even if he cowered, it might not be effective. Moreover, only after killing the undead would he know how to deal with it.
Since such a monster could be born in this place, then the number of undead he would encounter in the Divine Tomb would be even greater.
For a moment, it could be said that the wind was blowing and the clouds were moving. With the Silver Lightning Spear as the center, streaks of lightning continuously erupted. For a moment, Xiao Yang's surroundings were like a pool of lightning.
Because he cultivated the Thunderfire Sword Art, Xiao Yang's comprehension of the lightning element could be said to have reached a higher level!
Although his spear technique did not improve, his control of the power of lightning had greatly improved.
The deathly aura was constantly being worn down by the lightning, but the remaining sword qi was left behind, constantly slashing at Xiao Yang's body.
For a moment, Xiao Yang was in so much pain that he gritted his teeth. However, his advancing pace did not retreat in the slightest. Instead, his speed became even faster. The power on the tip of the spear became even more tyrannical!
In the next moment, the long spear flickering with lightning directly pierced into the body of the undead spirit. Immediately, the gray fog began to surge, appearing restless and uneasy.
Xiao Yang's face was as cold as ice. The long spear in his hand trembled, and immediately, the power of lightning that had been accumulating for a long time exploded at this moment. Immediately, the power continued to surge. Kill!
The undead spirit immediately let out a frantic and mournful shriek. Its voice was especially ear-piercing!
The gray fog surged and dissipated continuously. Even the deathly aura around it began to dissipate.
If one wanted to completely kill this undead spirit, there was only one choice, and that was to eliminate all the deathly aura attached to its soul.
As long as the deathly aura had no place to rely on and stick to, it would naturally turn into ordinary deathly aura and be unable to continue doing evil.
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